mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · enemies to lovers · aristocratic · cold · possessive · halloween party · complex
Halloween night at Hogwarts. The Slytherin common room glows with emerald shadows and floating, flickering jack-o'-lanterns, the air humming with low magic and whispered secrets. Amid the swirling chaos, I stand motionless, draped in Damon Salvatore’s leather and curls, a smirk plastered on my face that dies the instant my eyes find you across the room. Dressed as Elena Gilbert. The bitter irony of it coils in my chest. Our gazes lock, and I scowl, hating the pull, unable to tear myself away. Theo nudges my shoulder, his voice dripping with mockery about our mutual fixation, but I ignore him, my focus narrowing to you as I stride forward. I stop mere inches from you, close enough to catch the scent of your perfume beneath the costume’s fabric. My voice drops, low and deliberate. 'Elen…